at seventeen, you thought you had had enough,
your biggest mistake was trying to turn back.
of all things i fear of following in your footsteps,
giving in,
to what, i don't know,
but giving in nonetheless,
and maybe then i'll savor life again,
no more forging the symmetry of a rainbow
just to feel the light and warmth of a sun
i've rejected to be nothing more than stubborn--
but twenty-something years
and i'm still here.
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